What is Evolution?

We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again.

That’s how a young person turns towards a teacher.

That’s how a baby leans toward the breast, without knowing the secret of its desire, yet turning instinctively.

Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through the migration of intelligences, and though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.”

— The Story of Evolution

— Rumi, 13th Century

10.19.2010

The writer within

... has been laying fairly [and fearly] dormant for quite some while. Spurting puffs of brilliance while I lay in bed, drive to work, teach a lesson or relax in my bath. But never while I sit in front of my lappy. Why is that?

The writer in me is a lazy, insecure, wild, procrastinating genius. I love her dearly. But she needs to get her shit together. and soon. I know. This country is stifling her creativity. It's suffocating me too. But I need her to keep fighting. Because this is forever. This writing thing. it's us. it's who we are. It's who we were meant to be.

This bitch inside of me is writing a fucking amazing story. My story. Our story. I am merely her vessel. these fingers, ready, willing and capable of transferring words to "paper". These stories. within me. inside my brain. my mind.